Worlds
Apart
Pairings: Mirai Trunks/Gohan
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A R N I N G:
This is about male pregnancy (possibly) and male/male relationships.
I'm letting you know now what the relationships WILL
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Summary: A side-story to Can They Make A Difference? Interlude 3: Worlds Apart. Gohan and Mirai have a history together that only Vegeta knew about. They have a fight and Mirai returns to his own time, not resolving where they stand. When Mirai returns, Gohan gets himself together to take the plunge. But Mirai leaves yet again. What does Gohan do when Mirai returns for good with someone? And how does Gohan explain that he's now married with a child?
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Chapter 2: So, we meet again
The first lesson Trunks learned was to never interrupt his father while he was inside the gravity room. The next lesson was that he better have a good damn reason for interrupting in the first place.
"Boy! What did I tell you about barging in here while I'm training?!" Vegeta barked out, not looking down. He floated in mid-air after shooting straight up to the high domed ceiling before catching himself from plunging to the floor in his now regular gravity environment. He recognized from the sudden shift in gravity that it was his son barging in on him, again.
"Sorry, but you know, Vegeta, I couldn't resist."
Dark menacing eyes looked down at the person. His features softened a bit at the sight of his adult son.
"Well, well. What brings you back here?"
"I needed a sparring partner. Care for a round?"
Vegeta landed with a gentle tap of his boots not far away from Trunks. "I wish that I could, but Kakarott would have my tail."
"Why? You two are not fighting still are you? I thought that you and he put your differences aside, Vegeta."
"We have, boy," Vegeta hissed. He was going to yell but thought better of it.
He'd already got screamed at by that woman for not getting enough rest and needing to take it easy. Then Kakarott was on his case about pushing himself, and telling him not to over do it. And if that wasn't enough, Kakarott's banshee of a wife was jumping on his back about training too hard, and had lowered the gravity weight—daring him to raise it back up again.
"So what's the problem?" Trunks asked, still not understanding why they couldn't get in a good work out before the whole gang knew he was back in town.
He took in his father's appearance. The younger half Saiyan couldn't place his finger on it. His father looked regal as ever but there was something about him. It was almost as if he was glowing from the... inside.
"Wh-"
"There are some things that you need to know about our blood-line," Vegeta simply said, and that's when Trunks noticed it.
The reddish-brown furry appendage around his father's slightly filled out waist.
"You've grown your tail back!"
Vegeta smirked. "Hai, Kakarott and I both have our beloved tails, but that's only part of the reason that I need to talk with you."
"Vegeta, I won't be growing a tail any time soon if that's what you're going to tell me," Trunks replied.
"Shut-up and listen, boy! You and Kakarott's oldest brat are-"
"Are nothing, Vegeta. And will be nothing," Trunks adamantly stated.
Scowling at his future son, Vegeta replied, "Why would you say that? Don't tell me that you've mated with some other weak ningen?" But that couldn't be the case. Vegeta didn't see a claim mark on the boy or smell another's scent.
"No, Vegeta, it's not that. How can I commit myself to Gohan when I'll be leaving again? And after our last petty squabble, I don't think that he'll want to talk to me again anyway," Trunks solemnly spoke.
"Gohan told me about the fight. Why didn't you just commit yourself then when he asked you?"
"I wasn't ready. I-"
The large viewing monitor flickered on cutting into their discussion. "Vegeta! You were supposed to have been in the lab twenty minutes ago for your check-up! I will not have Goku on the warpath again because you refuse to follow simple directions to make sure that your baby stays healthy. Now get your butt down here," Bulma yelled not noticing her son.
"Leave me alone, woman! I've had enough of your poking and prodding. Leave me be for one goddamn day!"
"Whoa! What baby?" Trunks interjected, blue eyes wide.
"Oh, hey, Trunks! When did you get here?" Bulma inquired.
"Hi, Mom," Trunks blushed. His young mother always made him feel like a little kid, even though he was a grown man. "I've been here for a while talking with father." Then he remembered, "So, what baby?"
"Your father is pregnant," Bulma declared with a wide smile.
"Shut up!" Vegeta yelled, balling up his fist and shaking it at the screen.
"Say what?" Trunks must have heard wrong. There was no way possible for a male to get pregnant—not in this day and age—no matter how far in advance technology was.
"You didn't tell him, Vegeta?"
"I was getting to that when you decided to butt in and complain about me being late for the stupid appointment," Vegeta huffed out, folding his arms over his taut compact chest. He turned away from the viewing monitor.
"It's true?"
"Hai, it's true," Vegeta replied.
"But how? I mean…"
"How do you think, boy?! By having sex," the prince snarled. His hormones were playing up this early in the morning.
"That's not what I meant, Vegeta, and you know it!" Trunks couldn't believe that his father just said that to him. Kami! He was still a virgin for crying out loud!
By this point, Bulma faded out of the picture to allow father and son to talk.
"We're capable of bearing young because it was bred into our blood-line. My great-great-grandfather saw the direction our race was going. Too few females, too many males, it was only a matter of time before our planet would be dominated with males.
"He managed to create a serum and infused it with a female hormone that would enable males to develop their female reproductive parts during gestation while in the womb and later become active when sexually mature," Vegeta explained.
"So, you're saying that I could become pr-pregnant?" Trunks choked out, taken aback by this bit of information.
"Hai, but only with your chosen mate. Another fail safe instinct to prevent unwanted pregnancies."
"Huh?"
"Why do you think that you haven't rutted with anyone?"
"Because I haven't… found…" Trunks was not having this type of conversation with his father.
"Hai, you have, baka! You and Kakarott's brat are fighting the pull to each other just as Kakarott and I have done. Although you're half human your Saiyan half dominates who you want to spend the rest of your life with. Save yourself and Gohan some grief in the long run—mate."
"But that doesn't explain how you married Bulma and Goku married Chi-Chi," Trunks said.
"Kakarott was the only Saiyan on this mud ball until Nappa and I arrived, so he had no other worthy prospects. I married that harpy because I still hated Kakarott and she was a good lay."
Trunks' face lit up like a Christmas tree at hearing his father talk about his mother in that way.
With that said, Vegeta left the gravity room to go see Bulma, leaving Trunks with a lot to think about.
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By the afternoon, Bulma had arranged for the entire gang to come over for a party. She didn't tell any of them why, only that it was a surprise.
She waited until Goku came back home to discuss Vegeta's latest test results, which had her worried.
"From the blood work everything is okay, but the other aspects of the pregnancy are in question. Vegeta, you have got to slow down. Your body needs rest. If I have to, I'll place you on immediate bed rest until you deliver.
"Plus, you need to cut out training until the baby is born. You're becoming more dehydrated and you're not replacing the fluids back into your body quickly enough. It was all fine and dandy before the pregnancy but the baby is now taking all of your nutrients.
"How has your morning sickness been?" Bulma asked as she jotted down some notes in the prince's folder.
"Fine," he grumbled under his breath, not at all thrilled that he had to stop training.
The blue-haired genius glanced up then looked over to Goku. "He's been either throwing up in the early morning before breakfast or right after dinner," he supplied.
"Vegeta," she chastised. "I told you to come to me right away if you were experiencing an on going problem with that. You need to gain more weight. You're all muscle and your body won't be able to hold the baby if you deny it what it needs.
"When I see you next, which is next week; I want you to have gained at least five extra pounds. You're fourteen weeks into your pregnancy and you haven't gained an ounce," Bulma said.
She was worried that some complications would crop up later if Vegeta didn't gain the required weight necessary.
"Okay, on that note, we have a party to attend. Oh, and Vegeta please eat something."
"Fine, whatever," he bit back at her as he walked out of the lab with Goku closely following.
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Outside on the main section of the patio deck, Bulma had the caterers set up large heaping dishes of the Z warriors favorite foods.
All were glad to visit the only female of the group. Besides building things, Bulma also had a real knack for hosting the best parties.
Two rows of tables were side by side in order for people to talk and socialize from across the way. It was most fortunate that sun covers were erected to shield the party goers from the burning sun. It was already mid-day and the sun was burning a hole in the Earth.
"HI, EVERYONE!" she shouted for her human friends to hear. The Saiyans cringed. Even Piccolo winced at the loudness of Bulma's voice. He and the Saiyans knew their ears would be ringing by the end of the social gathering.
"Hi, Bulma!" the fighters chorused.
Drinks and plates of food were being passed around freely, as lively music played low in the background.
"I'm sure that you're wondering why we're having another party so soon after the one we had just the other night, but this one is a welcome home party," Bulma announced with pride. The guys had never seen her so happy. Maybe Vegeta had stopped being a jerk to her since their break-up.
Instead they saw a tall young man with long lavender hair step out from the corner of the house; Trunks or Mirai (as they all called the young man from the future) came into full view.
"Yo, look who's back," Yamcha greeted, rising up to shake the other's hand in welcome.
"Hey, bro! Long time, no see," Krillin added, also shaking Mirai's hand.
"Are you staying for good?"
The greetings went on for a minute. Most of the Z fighters gathered around Mirai wanting a chance to talk to him, before he set off to mingle individually.
The only who didn't get up and personally greet the time traveler was Gohan. He was rooted to his seat next to Videl with his eyes set firmly on his plate of food.
"Gohan, who's that?" she asked with curiosity lacing her voice as she watched the handsome man casually walk about the deck. "Is he Trunks' cousin or something? They look like twins," Videl droned on and on.
Gohan couldn't believe his luck. Mirai was back.
And he was not going to mess this up.
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A/N: So, how was that? Is it getting exciting yet? I hope so. Any takers on what Gohan is planning? Don't know? Well, stay tuned for the next chapter.
Nemesis
